Psalms 144
1 David’s. Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:
a i Davide Andriañeñe t’Iehovà lamilamiko, mpañoke o tañakoo hialy, ty rambon-tañako hihotakotake,
2 My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer—mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, —He that subdueth my people under me.
i mpiferenaiñe ahy naho rovakoy, ie tambohoko abo naho ty Mpañahañ’ahy, ty kalan-defoko naho fipalirako, mpampiambàne’ ondatikoo amako.
3 O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, —the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:
O ry Iehovà, inoñ’ ondatio te haoñe’o, naho o ana’ondatio t’ie tsakorè’o?
4 The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.
Fa hoe kofòke t’indaty; talinjo mihelañe o andro’eo.
5 O Yahweh! bow thy heavens and come down, Touch the mountains, that they smoke:
Avohoro o likera’oo ry Iehovà le mizotsoa; paoho o vohitseo hahatoeñe.
6 Flash forth lightning, that thou mayest scatter them, Send out thine arrows, that thou mayest confound them:
Ahiririño mb’eo ty helatse hampiparatsiahe’o, iraho mb’eo o ana-pale’oo hampibaibay iareo.
7 Put forth thy hands from on high: —Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,
Ahitsio hirik’añ’abo añe ty fità’o; avotsoro iraho naho hahao amo alon-driake ra’elahio, naho am-pità’ o ambahinio,
8 Whose mouth, hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood.
fa bodiak’ avao ty falie’ iareo, vaho fitàn-kavanam-pamañahy ty fitàn-kavana’ iareo.
9 O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, —On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:
Ho saboeko sabo vao irehe ry Andrianañahare; hititihako marovany folo-taly hibekobekoako fandrengeañe,
10 Who giveth victory unto kings—Who snatcheth away David his servant, from the calamitous sword.
ie tolora’o rombake o Mpanjakao, naho mamotsotse i Davide mpitoro’oy ami’ty fibara mijoy.
11 Snatch me away and rescue me out of he hand of the sons of the alien, —whose mouth hath spoken deceit, and, whose right hand, is a right hand of falsehood: —
Hahao iraho naho avotsoro am-pità’ ondaty alik’amakoo, fa mandañitse avao ty falie’ iareo, vaho ty fitàn-kavana’ iareo ro fitan-kavanam-bìlañe.
12 That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, —Our daughters, like corner pillars, —carved, in the construction of a palace:
Soa te ho hatae toratora’e o anadahin-tikañeo ami’ty hatora’ iareo vaho ho fahan-kotsoke niranjieñe ami’ty satan’ anjomba o anak-ampelan-tikañeo.
13 Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands—by myriads, in our open fields:
Le ho pea o rihantikañeo, mañakatse ze hene karazam-bokatse, naho hitombo añ’arivo o añondrin-tikañeo, le añ’aleale ty an-teten-tikañ’ao;
14 Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, —and no loud lament in our places of concourse: —
Le hitohetse iaby ty añomben-tika, naho tsy ho an-keba’e o kijolio, tsy ama’e ao ty hasese añe, vaho tsy ho an-dalan-tikañe ey ty koi-doza.
15 How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!
Haha t’indaty mitoetse hoe izay; fale t’indaty naho Iehovà ro Andrianañahare’e.
